The energy from Red's core spread through his body. It was pulsating through his suit like blood rushing through veins on a human, and eventually it reached the palm of his hand.
Moments later and several red energy beams started to blast out from his hand and into the sky. It looked like a mass of rainfall, or an artillery strike.
Zon looked up in the air for a moment, as he knew what was coming next.
'How many times have I seen you use this on the battlefield, when the group was in trouble this is what had saved us many of times, but now, it's being used against me.'
Fighting Red just kept bringing up memories of the past, and they weren't bad ones, they were mostly good ones. This was just building up the anger in Zon even more.
How could, a particular person do all of that? How could he turn his back on the whole group, the whole country that he had fought for, and for what reason.
